Freddy vs Youji
By Nix Winter
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kruez nor do I own Freddy Kruger. I'm just playing because I couldn't finish the novel I was working on today.
Chapter One
"Come on Youji-kun! Please," Omi asked, feet wide, grin wider, DVD fanning slowly back and forth. "Come watch the movie! Aya-kun!"
It as a lovely warm late summer evening, warm light still filling the Koneko. There hadn't been a mission in a month. Aya chilled the air with his glare. Youji hadn't had a nightmare in a week, and Aya liked it that way. "We are working," Aya said sternly. "Go and watch the movie with Ken."
Youji leaned on his broom, watching Aya, loving even that orange sweater. They had been lovers for months now, and maybe that had changed the course of Weiss' story, but Youji knew as long as Aya breathed, he would have a reason to breath as well. And a reason to tease the red head into emotion, smiling, voice warm and happy, "It's just a movie, Aya. You can sit in my lap, if you're scared."
Aya's nose just about twitched. Aya's heart had room for two people in the very inner chamber, Aya-chan and Youji-baka. "Fine. You go watch the movie."
Omi bounced on the balls of his feet and Aya thought he looked like a normal teenager. "Aya-kun! You should come too! It's the first one in the Jason series."
"An American film," Aya asked, unimpressed.
"Oh be that way," Omi sad, tucking the dvd under his arm, hands in the pockets of his shorts. "Youji-kun?"
"I'll be there. Make sure you get me a beer and my own bowl of popcorn, uh?"
Omi rolled his eyes, but Youji knew the kid would do it. It soothed his ego because he was going to watch a movie that Aya wouldn't watch short of being tied to a chair.
As soon Omi left, Youji worked on sweeping towards Aya, who helped only by not moving away from the arrangement he was working on. Youji felt so very clean, like he'd never have blood on his hands again as he brushed his shoulder against Aya's back. So many things passed between them with that simple touch, and everything was between them. It was just a movie, after all.
Elsewhere....
Schuldig sat in the corner of Crawford's office, bored and not going anywhere until Crawford got around what ever mental puzzle he worked on. It was just boring to Schuldig. So he sat there with a stolen lock of blond hair and mental exercises.
So very stealthily, he slipped behind Youji's eyes. And did a double take.
Youji's heart rate was up, which the blond was so sweetly aware of, and ashamed of. Fear was so lovely. Such a simple thing causing it, just an ugly man with a bladed glove, a fedora, and lots of blood. It was a movie Farfarello should watch. Through Youji's eyes, Schuldig stole glimpses of scared and dying women.
And
He
Got
An
Idea....
Such a lovely idea.
